#he looks like a sopping wet cat

[ierofangz]

Half of Jersey All of Warped Tour we all say in unison

[jerrsterrr]

How it feels when so many thing. in brain

[takashimin]

Demon Prodigy: Dazai Osamu

"We have a saying in the port mafia.. the biggest misfortune of Dazai's enemies.. is that they are Dazai's enemies..."

[sunflower-silliness]

IM LOOKING AT A WEBSITE FOR PMD SPRITES AND WTF IS THIS

WHY DOES HE LOOK SO PATHETIC IM SOBBING

[shootingstarrfish]

petition to give raphael more screentime

[bruhstation]

do you ever wonder what it's like to date the most mentally repressed bachelor of sodor but also want to prepare yourself for what's to come? for casa tidmouth's valentine's day special the author filled out this handy dandy chart so you can see if you're lucky for fitting all the criteria or for not fitting any of the criteria

(template by mythir on twitter)

[lovesickeros]

☆ thrice the bell tolls

{☆} characters neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, villain au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings minor angst {☆} word count 0.9k

"Get in the water."

There is no trepidation in the voice of the Sovereign as he speaks, only pure contempt that bleeds into the very air until it chills their lungs – there will be no penance here. No redemption. He stands before them with apathetic indifference, and with his hands he shall draw judgement upon sinners without a shred of mercy, so heavy his gaze they cannot move. This land shall become the grave of gods – no, not gods, Archons. Transcendent..and fallible.

Horribly, humanly fallible.

What a cruel thing to be – neither god nor mortal, in the end. Their Authority a stolen, coveted thing, so easily taken in a blaze of fury that singes them to the bone, in winds so harsh it tears the breath from their lungs from the sheer pressure, in the way their hairs stand on end as if lightning shall smite them for their arrogance. Judgement has come for them, in the end, and no plea nor bargain can save them from it's justice – they shall be judged and they shall be sentenced.

"..I was willing to put aside your past transgressions – forgive your thievery of the Authority that is not your own – to see Their vision of harmony come to reality." He speaks with nothing but clarity and calmness that unsettles – as gentle as the serene pond illuminated by gentle sunlight, ducks drifting across its pristine surface and creating faint, brief ripples. Calm as the tide as it recedes from the shoreline. His eyes speak of the tempest – the raging winds and the harsh waves that will crash and break and ravage. There is a fury so turbulent it makes the wind go still, the earth erode and the water recede. "You do not deserve repentance when Their body bears the marks of your transgressions," There will be no mercy. They try to plead, to beg and bargain but they cannot speak – their cries go unheard just as Theirs were ignored. A horrifying irony.

"Self proclaimed Acolytes, all, yet you bathe in Their most divine blood and call yourselves Saints," He breathes in, taps his cane against the hardened earth, and holds his head high as he meets their eyes unflinching. Mercy, they think, for we are innocent – we did not know. "Sinners, to the very last. You tear at the flesh of the most Divine like wild dogs to sate your own hunger, for you know nothing else."

His voice is the toll – it echoes like the ringing of a bell, calling them to the water like a siren. It beckons, it demands, and it will not wait. The water recedes and he stands like a beacon among the shores – a bastion of light where it has been snuffed out.

His eyes witness their sins – heavy a burden he bears as he witnesses that which they must atone for. The cruel hand of an Archon as it spills the Divine blood of the very earth beneath their feet. He sees Their agony, feels it to the last. Every bolt of wind, every jagged rock, every bolt of lightning. Every single one he feels until he weeps – for Them, he weeps.

His left hand renders judgement – guilty. Their transgressions are grave, and no redemption can be found for such horrors they have inflicted upon the mortal vessel of the Divine. They have felt their sorrow, have felt Their pain, and he has found them guilty.

And with his right hand..he enacts justice.

"Let your sins be your anchor – let your sins weigh heavy upon your shoulders so that you may feel a brief flicker of the agony you have inflicted upon Them," He lifts his cane with a solemn resolve, tears staining the scales upon his cheeks. "I shall weep for you, too, for no other shall do so in my stead. Return, wretched beasts, to the earth and let it nourish Them where you did not."

And at his call, the waves devour.

Entire cities, entire nations – those who bear the sin shall drown in it's wake, dragged to the lowest depths where even the sun cannot breach. It takes and takes, claws and tears and rips at the bodies of the damned – it devours the world, impartial and unrelenting in it's judgement.

And Neuvillette alone weeps.

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"Neuvillette? Are you..crying?" Their voices makes him startle back to awareness, the briefest flicker of shame welling up in the empty space of his chest as he wipes away the tears that roll down his cheeks like drops of rain.

"It..appears so. Forgive me, most Divine, it seems I had a brief lapse in focus." He clears his throat, straightens his back, tries to ignore the pit in his stomach as he watches Their lips pull into a smile all too happy. He..he should be happy too, shouldn't he? He should. If They are happy, so should he be. His lips curl into a smile that doesn't feel like it fits on his face, but he delights in the way They smile wider when he does.

They approve, and that's all that matters, isn't it?

"It won't happen again, I assure you."

Their approval is all that matters.

So why does his chest ache so badly? He did as They commanded, he removed the stain upon Teyvat and ensured Their safety.

So why does he feel such sorrow?

The thought gnaws at him like the tides erode at stone, yet he cannot bear to burden his Creator with such..nonsense.

He will bear this weight alone until the day the waves come to claim him, too.

"Shall we visit the gardens today, Divine One?"

[hiphopcherrrypop]

Would you draw some Jabashiri x Hagure fluff? Idk, just something where they are softies for each other ❤️

The brainrot is brainrotting

meoww

[ikuhara]

all i know is they should be besties

[lilydoesdrawsometimes]

Hey Hi Hello - I just wanted to make another post for Paratober sharing my absolute favorites from this month. For one reason or another I think these ones really just hit the spot when it comes to my art, and all contain things that I'm pushing to work towards with it. Please enjoy another look at them - and no I'm not censoring shirtless Thierry this time, LOOK AT HIM, PERCIEVE HIM NEOW!!!! Also small, arguably funny anecdote: I had day 4's image set as my background/wallpaper, and while I was traveling I hadn't changed it. I sat down on one of my planes and was sitting next to this sweet old lady, and I turned on my phone and she looked down and just stared for a second, before looking at me with an awkward smile. She was sweet about it, but I wanted to decease in that moment. Anyways, now Day 31 is my background.

[gretagator]

Pretty neat Chuck sketch I did yesterday in class

[tbartss]

my drowned rat son<3

am i the only one who imagines him with an undercut and sharp cheekbones? ok then

[giuliamarcovaldo]

the fact that ballister was arrested in the beginning of the movie means that he actually does have an official mugshot somewhere and i need to see it

[grimoirering]

Hi!! May I request Alcryst with "Heat Waves"? :3

[torrentofhermits]

dont get me wrong, i've enjoyed how sopping wet he's been as of late quite significantly, but i just loved this moment. so much.

[stavvkas]

Par'Vati and Arson 😭..

( Vati is in pink, Arson is the one with funny ears. He belongs to @dr4yc0nic !! )

They will not be let out till they behave :(